Chapter 1
THE HOME
Most insurance underwriters will tell you that more accidents happen in the home than in any other possible locale. One might say the same thing of sexual seductions.
From the very outset of his life, a child receives not only security, nutrition, love and tenderness and solicitude from his parents, but also his first cognizance of sex. Sometimes and in many instances this is unwitting. One often has read in novels that a young wife tells her ardent husband that they must be careful when they make love "not to let Baby see" if they already have a child who is at an impressionable age, or even an infant.
But it is in the home that the young boy sometimes accidentally catches a glimpse of his mother's thighs or breasts or her loins or her bottom. And if he has been given the impression that it is a sin for a male to look at the body of a female, then what he sees will have a traumatic effect upon him. It is all part and parcel of the kind of sexual education which is given in the home. We have read of many frustrations in sex, thanks to earlier upbringing which was puritanical, so that in later life when a young man or a woman married, he or she felt at odds with the sudden privilege of having sexual relations because all of his or her previous life, sex was regarded as a "forbidden" or "unwholesome" thing.
In our present society, with the advent of what is called the "sexual revolution," there begins to be observed a reaction against the puritanism and the guilty neuroses of say, the Mid Victorian era. Out of puritanism has always come hypocrisy, a set of double standards which were transmitted down through mature life and noticeably altered the psyche as well as the behavior of the individual.
For example, in England at about the middle of the 19th Century, it was considered grossly improper for a wife to avow or admit any sexual interest in her own husband, or to exhibit responsive passion to his. She was looked upon as the chattel, the vessel, and the act was done in darkness, with long nightshirts to cover the "nastiness" of the human body. Today, the pendulum has swung to the other extreme, so that we see magazines upon the newstand which clinically exhibit every part of the male and female body. To be sure, there may be too much of this, but it is certainly healthier to understand and to look upon the human body without shame or guilt or recrimination. Then what is done is candid, spontaneous and natural, which is as it should be.
But the youngster who grows up in a home where there in sententious moralizing, where he is given the feeling that to steal a glance at his sister's bare thighs or his mother's bare breasts is unwholesome and unnatural and where he goes through adolescence without ever understanding the tortured, damned-up emotions which he feels and which he must suppress because it would be "shameful and dirty" otherwise, he cannot be expected to adjust rationally or normally when, in young mature life, he is exposed to a seductress who has no such hidebound views and who looks upon him rather with amusement as a kind of "scared virgin" whose reactions will provide her with not only sexual pleasure but also the ego-expanding flattery of conquest.
Now the "double standard" I have mentioned which existed in the 19th Century and particularly in England would find husband and wife absolute strangers to each other even in bed, as if they did not wish to admit the act itself. It was considered perfectly proper for the husband to go to a brothel where he might purchase a teenaged girl to whip, sodomize or ravish as he chose. He and his cronies would deem this great sport and would meet at their clubs to savor all the lurid details of such "conquests." But let one of their wives so much as expose an ankle to the grocery boy, or pat his cheek, or, for that matter, leave a light burning on the night table beside the bed and wear a wrapper instead of a thick Mother-Hubbardish nightshift when she was about to have sexual relations with her husband, and these same pious gentlemen would be loud in their censure of the wanton trollop who had the name of wife but was little better than a whore. This is not mere fabrication, this is fact. And it had taken us practically a century to cast off the shackles of a dreary, repressive and constricting puritanism which left in its wake lifelong inhibitions, traumas and neuroses ... and, quite beyond that, doubtless set the stage for the imperative necessity for a nation of psychiatrists to counsel those whose lives have been hampered by just such guilt repressions.
And yet, even in the most emancipated of modern homes, even where sexual education is given in a wholesome, and unbiased manner to young children, there still exists the unknown quantity of fetish, the stimulus, the inspiration-as you will-which may linger in the mind of even the most properly trained boy or girl and affect him or her in later life. It may probe into the subconscious realm of the mind, only to crop up years later without warning or precedent.
This is why so many of my case histories are absolutely unpredictable. This is why also I try to go as deeply into the background of those with whom I consult, learning what they can remember of their childhood so as to pinpoint precisely what it was that "turned them on," to use the vernacular.
But in the home, as I say, there is every opportunity, every potential, to indoctrinate the child into sexual mores, both conventional and unconventional. If, let us say, the weather is warm and the mother or the babysitter or the governess or nurse decides to go around without wearing panties or a slip, and the child should be looking at a moment when the female moves in such a way as to disclose her upper thighs, it is possible for him to catch a glimpse of the loins or of temptingly rounded buttocks and thus be sensually attracted even without knowing it.
When we speak of the home and we delve into the case histories which follow, I shall include maid, babysitter, as well as family friend. You will see from these actual instances which follow how such persons can and do seduce young boys, and what takes place as a result.
Our first case is that of a maid employed in a well to do home.
CASE HISTORY
Marian Age 29
Brent L-, Age 13
Marian was forced to look for work when her husband and two-year-old daughter were both killed in an automobile accident. She was twenty-seven years old at the time, had enjoyed a reasonably good marriage and a wholesome sexual adjustment. She had come to this marriage a virgin, but with an open mind and an eagerness, borne out of genuine love for her husband. He in turn had taught her how to find climax not only by fucking, but also by being fingered and tongued. And as a consequence, she relished sexual experience and missed it deeply when her husband died.
Marian was slightly plump but nonetheless quite attractive, with large, well formed, firm titties and bottom-cheeks of ample but delightfully curved proportions.
Unfortunately, her husband had not taken out sufficient insurance, and as soon as the shock of both his and her daughter's death began to wane, she found to her horror that she was practically destitute. Moreover, since she had married almost immediately after leaving high school, she was practically untrained to earn her livelihood. All she knew was housework, and as a consequence she determined to find a job in that field.
Fortunately, she was able to secure through an employment agency a very good job which paid quite well as a maid in a household where there was only one child to take care of, a boy of thirteen. His parents were quite healthily adjusted as regards sex, and often Marian walked in on them kissing, fondling each other, and also, far more often than was good for her state of mind at her deprivation, heard them fucking in their bedroom. As she told me, the sounds of their bodies slithering together, their wet kisses, the smacks of their hands spanking each other, and the moans and gasps when they came, were sheer torture.
The boy's parents were interior decorators and worked as a team, so they traveled frequently and often left Brent in her care. It was during one of these trips that Marian seduced him.
On this particular evening while they were watching television, Marian observed that Brent was spending more time looking at her legs than at the television set. Her dress had rucked up and she had crossed her legs, so she divined that he was able to see at least to the top of her sheer nylon hose. It was obvious that he was excited, and this excitement was communicated to her.
She pretended not to be aware of his goggling stare, and casually pulled the side of her dress up and adjusted a suspender in such a way that she gave him undeterred view of her thighs well above her nylons.
Then she turned deliberately and, without lowering her dress, gave him a fascinating smile and murmured, "I think you like looking at my legs, don't you, Brent? Do you think that they're nice?"
He blushingly mumbled something, rather incoherent, but from this Marian was able to draw the fact that he did indeed like looking at them and considered them extremely attractive.
"I'm going to give you a chance to have a really good look at them, then," she laughed softly. His breath began to come more quickly as she walked over and, standing close to his chair, caught up the hem of her dress and slowly began to loft it above her legs. "Just you tell me when you want me to stop," she said with a coy giggle as the dress moved upwards.
Her hands were trembling with excitement as she watched his face darken and tauten with passion. Already well above the tops of her hose, her dress continued to hike until a bit of her pale blue nylon panties was seen.
"Would you like to touch?" she proffered.
He uttered a stifled little groan and, unanswering put one palm on each thigh just below the tops of her hose. Then he began to rub and press his hands as they moved upwards from the nylons to her satiny naked skin.
Even after his hands reached her panties, which by then were fully exposed to his bulging eyes, Brent didn't stop. To show him that she was inviting him to continue, Marian moved her feet widely apart, straddling her legs to give him total access to the crotch of her panties.
One of his hands pressed there against her cunt, while the other rubbed the nylon-sheathed slopes of her plump bottom-cheeks.
"Pl-please let me see you, M-Marian," he begged in a tone of agonized despair.
"What do you mean, Brent dear?" she teased.
"You know!" His hand pressed against her cunt. "Right there! I-I've never seen that part of a woman, not ever!"
She continued to tease him and ask him questions, until she had discovered that he had truly never seen a naked woman. The only time he had ever seen anyone of the opposite sex was when he had witnessed a diaper change to a year-old girl cousin.
Marian then seated herself on the arm of his chair with her dress still boldly lofted, and continued to talk to him while she pretended to decide whether or not she was going to grant this favor. At last she agreed that she would at least remove her dress. As she stood before him in bra, panties, garterbelt, nylon hose and shoes, he began to sweat. "Go ahead and feel my titties," she said gently. Again he uttered a stifled gasp and reached up to feel the snugly filled cups of her bra, as he stammered, "Gee, I-I sure would love to see and feel them, I sure would!"
"All right, I'll let you put one of your hands into my bra, but don't you dare tear it," she said indulgently.
He needed no second invitation, and while he was doing it, she put her own right hand to the front of his trousers and found, just as she had expected, that he had a hard-on. He winced and groaned, and then gasped, "Oh please, take off-take them all off-I want to see you, please!"
"All right, I'll make a deal with you, Brent," she gave him a fascinating, prolonged smile as she stood very close to him. "Why don't we go into my bedroom. There you can take off all your clothes, and I'll take off all of mine. Isn't that fair?"
"Oh yes!" he gasped. She took him by the hand and led him to her bedroom, then drew back the covers on the bed.
He was obviously nervous and embarrassed, and yet he was able to take his clothes off rather quickly. However, he did hesitate when he reached his shorts, but Marian laughed and said, "That's not keeping the bargain, dear, not if you expect me to take mine off too. Now take them all off!"
He unbuttoned them with fumbling fingers, and then dragged them down to let them slither around his ankles. Her hand reached out and took hold of his stiff young prick.
"My gracious, what a big one you have there, darling," she fibbed. "You know what? I bet that after you look up my dress when I'm not watching, you sneak off to the bathroom and do this to your big boy!" And then, she moved her hand back and forth in the motion of frigging.
Brent blushingly denied it, but she knew very well he was lying. "Well, it doesn't matter. I'm flattered that you think that much of me, really, Brent. Now why don't you take off my bra like a good boy?"
His hands began to tremble violently as he fumbled with the catch of the bra, and then he uttered a loud cry of ecstasy when the bra fell and her big round firm and satiny titties thrust out in all their glory. At once he gripped them with his hands and began to rub and squeeze them.
"You know, Brent," she murmured, "when a man plays with a girl's titties, he sometimes sucks them for her to make her feel nice. Won't you do that for me, please?"
Then, putting one hand to the back of his head, die pressed his face until she felt his mouth graze one of her nipples. "That's it, take it into your mouth and suck it dowry, darling," she encouraged. He did so, and she felt it throb and harden. "Wait a minute and let me show you what you did, dear," she said as she moved away. "See how hard and dark it is? That's what you did. And it feels so nice. Now do it to the other one!"
This time he was bolder, and sucked it greedily. After he had finished and she had removed her nipple to show him what effect his sucking had had on her, he panted, "Please take your panties off, won't you please?"
"Oh, I'm too tired," she shrugged her lovely dimpled shoulders. "If you want them off, you've got to do all the work yourself."
He stood at her side to keep her in profile, staring at her face and naked titties hungrily. Then with his trembling fingers he began to lower her panties. She could see that he was teasing himself by taking them down very slowly, his eyes glittering avidly as her naked flesh and then her cunt were exposed in the descent.
When he let them drop to her ankles, she caught his hands which had tried to grab her between the thighs and made him put his arms around her. Then, as she squeezed his bottom, she murmured, "You know, a girl likes to be kissed a lot and felt up before she does the real thing with a man."
"I want to kiss you, yes-oh let me-you're so wonderful," he blurted.
"Well, kiss my bubbies again then, dear, and my tummy too. Oh that's nice. And now you can kiss my mouth. Wait a bit, don't do it so hard. Open your lips a little-that's it. And now put your tongue out just a little until it goes into my mouth. I'll do the same for you. Isn't it exciting?"
"Oh yes, oh gee, it's awfully nice, I-I never had anything like this before!" he panted.
"Let's go to bed then, dear, so we can be more comfy. Standing like this will tire us both out," she giggled. She took him by the wrist and led him to the bed. "Oh please, let me see your-you know, between your legs-" he stammered.
"You mean my pussy, my cunt? All right, dear. Now, take a good look."
With this, she lay down on her back, lifted her knees in the air and spread them widely. "Look at it closely. Go ahead, it won't bite," she teased. He was crouching on his knees and moved his face between her thighs and peered down in between them at her pussy. "Can I touch it?" he gasped. "Oh no, before you touch it, you have to kiss it just the way you did my mouth. And don't forget to use your tongue the way you did in my mouth. That's really exciting for a girl. If you want me to be nice to you, you have to be nice to me in return."
Nervously at first, and then with growing passion, Brent pressed his mouth against her cunt. Then after a little while, he began to slither out his tongue and to rim the lips of her vulva.
Marian moaned with passion, cupping her titties and squeezing them, pressing them together, her head turning slowly from side to side. Then he stopped. "Oh don't-don't stop now, darling!" she panted. "You keep on doing that until I tell you not to, you hear me? Otherwise I'll send you back to your room and that'll be all you'll ever have of me."
It was obvious that Brent regarded this as a catastrophe, and so he diligently crammed his tongue back into her cunt. At her directions, he began to feel for her clitoris, and soon she was wriggling and moaning, until with a final long-drawn moan of ecstasy, her body shuddered and quaked in hot girlcome. Then she pulled him into her arms atop her, and told him, "You see, that was lovely. It made me come. You know what come is? It's when you jack yourself off and that white stuff comes out. Well, a girl does that too inside, when a man loves her pussy the way you just did, either with his tongue or his finger or his big stiff cock."
"I'll do the same for you some day," she added as she stroked the back of his neck with one hand and his bottom with the other. "I'll take your prick into my mouth and I'll suck until you come-would you like that?"
"Oh yes-but-but I'd really-"
"What would you really like?" she urged.
"I-I want to-" his face turned furiously red.
"You want to fuck me, don't you? You want to put your cock into my pussy, is that it?"
The boy nodded, trembling violently, staring at her with longing eyes. With a smile, she rolled onto her back, spread her legs widely, and murmured, "All right, put it into me."
He mounted her belly, shaking with nervousness and passion, and his stiff cock began to jab against her thighs and belly until at last he found the wet twitching slit of her cunt and managed all by himself to insert his ramrod just inside the quivering soft lips.
To her amazement, she didn't need to guide him very much. He soon began to thrust in and out of her like an experienced lover. Nor was it any surprise to her when suddenly, after about two minutes of this, he uttered a wild cry and collapsed on her, and she could feel his young hot spurt shooting down her cunt.
Later that evening, Brent's potency was restored, and after an extended session of erotic play which consisted of fondling each other, kissing, licking and sucking, she allowed him to fuck her again. This time he was able to last much longer, and Marian was brought to a hot and furious come during the act of coitus.
She let Brent sleep in her bed all that night. In the morning, and throughout the rest of the three days while his parents were on their travels, he and Marian were almost constantly naked, and fucked, Frenched and gamahuched every chance they got.
On their final day together, Marian realized with a certain dismay that her time of the month was starting. But she was determined not to waste the magnificent hard-on which she saw on him, and so she said, "I'm going to show you another way to do it when a girl is sick or has her curse-that's what I have, dear. You know I told you how a girl is made and what happens to her once a month? Now you watch."
With this, she knelt on the bed on all fours, and looked back over her shoulder, "Now get on the bed behind me, kneel down and stick your prick into my bumhole. Here, I'll show you."
With this, she reached back, drew open the cheeks of her behind and exposed the plump, puckering petals of her asshole. "You mean there?" he gasped.
"Oh yes. And when you do it, when you've got it all the way in, reach forward with a finger and put it into my pussy and find my little button. Rub it back and forth and you'll make me awfully happy. I'll do nice things for you if you do that for me, darling," she urged hoarsely.
The boy obeyed, and his cries of joy began to tell her very swiftly that he found buggering almost as delightful as fucking, if not more so!
After Brent's parents returned, Marian and the youth took every opportunity possible to engage in numerous varieties of sexual acts. Then, almost a year later, she suddenly left the job.
Brent had a feeling that his mother and father knew something about her sudden departure, but whenever he questioned them, they ignored him or else changed the subject.
It was only years later he discovered that Marian had become pregnant through him and that she had left the job because of it. It was a shock to htm to realize he had fathered a child when he was only thirteen.
Alone and sensitive, with the memory of all their sexual joys, he fell into a black despondency. He tried to jack himself off as a sexual outlet, and it gave very little consolation.
His parents hired a new maid, but Brent found that she was older than Marian and less attractive. The first time he made a tentative sexual overture, she was horrified and threatened to tell his mother, so he didn't try again.
To be sure, Brent had already instilled within him the lust for a woman's flesh, which Marian had inculcated in his psyche. So, after the rebuff by the new maid, he thought of trying to make out with girls, but the idea didn't really appeal to him. He had, as can readily be understood, been conditioned to the mature titties, bottomcheeks and quivering, pulsing thighs of the mature woman: hence only such a woman could fulfill his needs in the future. And so, when he was on the street, when he ate in restaurants, when he rode the bus, he stared openly at women's legs with the yearning hope that one of them would recognize his wish-fulfillment longings and respond to him as Marian had done.
Unfortunately, most women who apprehended him in the act of staring at their legs, clenched them tightly and looked shocked. Several of them even laughed at the boy, but not one provided the opportunity he so passionately craved. Once, indeed, Brent followed a woman out of the restaurant after having looked up her dress while she was seated at an adjacent table. Her body reminded him of Marian's, and the sight of her plump thighs, pale white above the stocking tops, had roused him furiously, to the point of losing his already waning self-control. He caught up to her on the street and asked her, using the very words Marian had taught him, "Please, M'am, will you let me gamahuch you? You've got such gorgeous legs, I'm just dying to put my mouth on your cunt!"
With a gasp of alarm, the woman turned on him and slapped his face hard. Then she began to scream, and he turned and ran like a deer. Blocks later, he stopped, his heart pounding wildly, and with relief told himself that he hadn't been caught; it would have been a horrible scandal.
That scare, for the next few weeks, kept him from approaching other women. Yet in time, the demands of his flesh proved too great to suborn. And so, on a crowded sidewalk one afternoon, seeing an attractive mature woman walk just ahead of him, watching her bottomcheeks shift and undulate, he reached out and squeezed. She glared at him angrily, opened her mouth as if to cry for help, and he turned and fled again quickly. Thus for years his life consisted only of desire for a mature woman, and what little relief he had was done by jacking off while he closed his eyes and pretended that a mature woman, naked and willing as Marian had been, was beside him fondling and sucking and licking his cock and balls, opening the soft pink lips of her pussy to let him stick his stiff prick inside and fuck her. It was unsatisfactory, and it was torture after reality.
Finally, at the age of eighteen, five years after he had been indoctrinated by Marian, Brent had his first sexual experience with a girl of about his own age. She was willing and passionate, and when she undressed down to bra and panties, most men would have considered her tremendously exciting. In Brent's eyes, she was too immature, too nubile.
He knelt down before her and panted, "Delia, I've just got to kiss your sweet pussy first. Please let me." The girl blushed, then nodded. He gripped the cheeks of her behind and glued his mouth to her cunt, and began to suck and lick, in the hope that it would stir him. But it didn't, and he couldn't get a hard-on. Nonetheless, he kept licking at her until she finally groaned and came. Then as he rose to his feet, glancing down forlornly at his limp prick, he stammered, "Delia, please-do something for me now after what I did for you-I-I can't get it up-but if you take it in your mouth, if you suck my cock, I-I'll get real hard i can fuck you."
"Oh, for heaven sakes, of course I won't do a filthy thing like that!" the young red-haired girl gasped, turning scarlet with indignation.
She had, as we can readily divine, been conditioned with that singular double standard which applies to women as well as to men; to have her own pleasure from his mouth had been one thing, but to perform the act of Frenching was anathema because it was "dirty."
From this we can see immediately and especially in the adolescent male or female, that lasting harm can be done by the conditioning of an attitude which embodies fear and guilt and shame. Possibly, if this red-haired girl had been as willing to French Brent as he had been willing to gamahuch her, the rest of the story might never have been written.
So, with a groan of despair, he put on his clothes and left her room while she laughed at him. And the tragedy was deepening inside of him, the yearning and the frustration growing until they would stifle his very soul.
As he walked home slowly, a sudden thought leaped into his brain. Why should he go on with college when he could get a job and make money and buy a whore? A whore that might remind him of Marian, mature and ripe and willing!
His parents were shocked and pleaded with him when they learned that he intended to drop out of college. But he was adamant. He took a job driving a truck at the age of nineteen. With the money he earned, he was thus able to hire middle-aged whores, and at last with them he found relief in fucking and being sucked that he so desperately needed.
A year later, he came upon a whore who almost exactly resembled Marian, and the moment he saw her in a bar, he felt himself taken by a tremendous hard-on. He went up to her, told her that he wanted her for the night, and she took him to her place.
While he was sucking her titties and gamahuching her, just as he had done with Marian, he was ecstatically happy. Later, when she lay down on her back and drew her knees up and smilingly encouraged him to thrust his prick in and fuck her hard, the same spirit of acceptance and delight took hold of his youth.
The experience was so thrilling for him that when he was ready to leave, he turned to her and said, "Would you marry me?"
"Shit, no, fellow," she chuckled. "You must be out of your mind. It was fun, and you're a pretty good screwer, and you gamahuch real well. Only I'm not the marrying kind, you ought to know that, a decent kid like you."
But Brent wasn't satisfied. He returned to her again and again, buying her services each night in that bar, and each time he renewed his offer of marriage. At last, she agreed to let him live with her while she kept on whoring. It wasn't exactly what Brent wanted, but since it was all that she would offer, he reluctantly accepted.
In return for offering him all the Frenching and buggering and gamahuching he could stand, the prostitute demanded an expensive apartment and a continuous supply of liquor. Before long, as might be expected, he fell deeply into debt. Naturally, his parents refused to assist him financially unless he returned to the family and resumed his college which he refused to do.
Soon, out of desperation, Brent began to write fraudulent checks, and soon was arrested and charged. His father stood bail and gave him a long lecture regarding the disgrace he was bringing on his family.
While he was out on bail awaiting trial, Brent finally solved his problems. Late one night he went to his father's garage, having stolen the ignition key out of his father's desk. He drove the car out along the highway at high speed into a bridge abutment, and highway patrol officers found him dead when they pulled him out of the wreckage.
Thus, we see the lasting effects fo female seduction by a mature woman on an impressionable boy. If Marian had not seduced him when he was only thirteen, Brent undoubtedly would have progressed to the normal stages of first jacking off, then necking with girls of his own age, and final coital intercourse. Instead, being introduced to sex by a mature woman distorted his outlook so that in later life he found that only a woman like Marian could satisfy his needs.
This problem is recurrent, and I have in my files hundreds of such cases over the years. Of course, I don't doubt for a moment that there are thousands of older women who would be enchanted to provide every phase of sexual pleasure for a virile young man or boy, but in our presently structured society, it is difficult for the one to find the other; and after that, it is still more difficult to determine whether this willingness on the part of both who wish to be lovers as if both were fully adult, will have a satisfactory ending.
We cannot condemn Marian for destroying Brent's life. She was driven by her own passions and hunger, by economic deprivation as well, and she was a victim of fate just as he was. The irony of it is, Marian is still alive. A private detective friend of mine traced her for me a year ago and told me that she is now an alcoholic and a whore who sells her body for liquor to any man who will pay the price. Her life is broken too, and perhaps it would have been better had she perished as Brent had done. But who among us is without fault that can throw the first stone?
CASE HISTORY
Adelina Y., Age 24
Martin C, Age 10
Adelina was a simple country girl who came from a small village in Massachusetts to work for a family in New York. She had lost her cherry at the age of sixteen when the oldest son, twenty-five years of age, in the place where she had just worked, had seduced her one night when his parents and the younger members of the family were out at the theater. After him, there had been other men, and Adelina had developed a hunger and taste for all manner of sexual intercourse.
Her first experience had been highly satisfactory, the young man had given her money and praised her cooperativeness as well as her charms. She felt no guilt.
Her mother and father were shocked at the reputation she was acquiring in this small Massachusetts town, and they wrote their relatives in New York City to see if the latter could help her find a job as a maid with a reasonably well-to-do family there.
Adelina was not really lovely, but her sexual willingness compensated. She did have large, well-developed titties, strong legs and thighs and firm bottomcheeks, but her face was rather plain and her teeth were not exceptionally good.
New York City, as a metropolis, boasts many beautiful women, but the proportion is far below that of the available men. So before very long, Adelina found herself suffering from a prolonged abstinence that was not of her own choosing; she simply could not find mature men or even young men who looked upon her with sexual interest, not when they had so many really attractive girls to choose from.
One afternoon, while she was alone in the house with the ten-year-old son of her employers, Adelina, as she told me, knew that she just had "to be fucked or else I'd go out of my cotton-picking mind."
Stripping naked in her room, she went to look for the boy. She told herself even though he was very young and probably couldn't get a hard-on, there was certainly some way in which he could assuage her needs.
Martin's eyes bulged when she walked into the room where he was playing alone. She was more friendly than usual, and he couldn't take his eyes off the sight of a mature naked woman.
"Come on, don't be scared, Martin. It's hot and I just want to feel nice and easy. Come on over here and touch me," she invited.
After his initial embarrassment, the startled boy began to busy himself with an examination of the first naked female body he had ever seen. And it wasn't long before Adelina induced Martin to cup her titties, kiss them, and then suck them.
After that, she told him, "You see the hairy little spot between my legs, dear? I want you to put your fingers into it and feel it all over. Go ahead. It'll make me feel very happy. Then I'll do something nice for you."
The boy did so and Adelina shuddered and closed her eyes, giving herself up to this kind of naive but controlled frigging. While he was doing it, she told him lascivious stories about what men and women do together. However, she didn't describe fucking. As she told me, "This kid probably couldn't get a good one up, even though he wanted to. But he had a cute little mouth and I thought that maybe he could suck me and gamahuch me until I came. So I told him about fellows and girls and how a girl would suck a boy while he was sucking her between the legs."
He kept fondling her bottom and thighs as well as prying open the lips of her pussy and staring fascinatedly. Adelina then told him in detail how to gamahuch her.
Soon he was pressing his mouth to her cunt while she was guiding him. It didn't take much effort for her to teach him how to apply his tongue to her clitoris. Soon her body began to writhe and jerk, and hoarse groans and sobs escaped her as the young boy drove her to the abyss of passion with his probing, darting, rubbing tongue.
She grabbed the back of his head and crushed his face against her cunt until the spasm passed. Martin, far from being frightened, was ecstatic over the experience and asked to do it again.
Adelina, needless to say, let him do so, and told herself that this was going to be a wonderful opportunity for her to have all the sex she wanted without endangering herself to the risk of pregnancy or disease with strange men.
There was only one obstacle to this fantasy of long continued sexual pleasure for her; Martin was so fascinated by this new game he had been taught that he shocked his mother the next evening in her boudoir by going up to her, grabbing her by the behind, jamming his mouth against her panties-sheathed cunt, and trying to suck her.
She uttered a cry and slapped him, and then sat down and took him onto her lap. "For heaven sakes, Martin," she gasped, "where did you ever get a notion of doing a thing like that?"
"Why, I did it with Adelina. She showed me how nice it was, mommy. You were out that afternoon, and she came in naked and showed me all about it."
The woman's lips tightened and her eyes blazed. "You go back to your room now and take a nap," she murmured, patting the boy on the head.
Obediently, he trotted away. Then very pale with fury, the mother went directly to Adelina's room and an unpleasant scene took place. Adelina packed her things and left the house. The mother had threatened to prosecute her for contributing to the delinquency of a ten-year-old boy. However, Martin's mother had no intention of doing this, for the mere thought of the possible scandal terrified her. However, Adelina didn't know that.
Thereafter, Martin's mother exercised great caution in choosing maids so that her son's unexpected education in gamahuching a woman was halted. Nevertheless, the lesson which Adelina taught the boy remained with him. In later life, as a consequence, when he discovered the pleasures of fucking and making love to attractive young women, he remembered what he had done to Adelina and how he had made her come.
And so young women who had known hitherto only the crude fumblings of inexperienced young men were absolutely enchanted when Martin began to gamahuch them and, considerately, brought them to come first before he would take his own pleasure.
There is a grapevine among women as there is among men. Hence, Martin's sexual precocity was bruited, all through the social circles, and as a consequence there were always young ladies eager to put what they had heard about him to the test.
As I write these lines, he is now thirty-seven and a successful architect. He, as you can see, turned out very well as the happy victim of an early seduction. And, singularly enough, he told me that he attributes all his sexual success to Adelina, who showed him that it was necessary to give a woman sexual pleasure first before expecting it in return. It is not, I may add, a bad premise for all of us.
I would say that Martin is the exception to the rule, for no ill effects conditioned him from his boyhood experience. It may also be said that sometimes one must take into consideration the very character of the individual who is being affected.
Brent, obviously, though perhaps more sensitive than Martin and a few years older, did not have the stamina and moral self-control to discipline himself and understand that what had happened was just a singular coincidence, a kind of dream that might not recur.
Martin understood this and he profited from the lesson he had learned to convey the message of attunement to the female in courting rather than simply ruthlessly taking her body and using it for his own selfish needs. And in this instance, therefore, the seduction of a young boy by a mature woman cannot be denigrated.
CASE HISTORY
Margaret P., Age 42
Delbert A., Age 14
Though she was a spinster, Margaret was not a virgin when she came to the United States from her English birthplace at the age of twenty. Trained to be a maid from very girlhood, she had no problems whatsoever in finding employment.
However, after several years of employment as what the British call a "nanny," which means a nurse who takes care of extremely young children and babies, she tired of this type of work and accepted a job as a maid in a home where there were two children, a boy, Delbert, fourteen, and Ardith, an attractive brunette of seventeen.
Not long after Margaret began the job, Ardith went away to college, so that Margaret had only the boy to care for besides performing such services as the parents might require.
One day while she was dusting a statuette on a low table in the sitting room, Margaret had the sensation that she was being stared at. Rather than turn about, she lifted her eyes and looked into a mirror hanging on the wall ahead of her.
She saw that Delbert was slumped low in his chair .with his head bent to one side so that he could look up her dress.
Instead of straightening, Margaret remained bent over as she moved about the table dusting things already dusted. She began to shiver as she felt waves of desire seething through her pussy and tickling the insides of her quivering thighs just from thinking about his looking up her dress.
When she did straighten, she noticed that he left the room immediately, and something in the way he walked, stiff-legged and with his face rather red, made her certain that he had a sizeable hard-on.
She followed him casually, and saw him hurry into the bathroom, close the door, and there remain for at least fifteen minutes. She was certain that he was jacking off by being aroused at what he had seen under her dress.
This excited her in turn, and Margaret put her hand against her pussy instinctively. For a moment, she thought of going to her room to frig off, but the boy's mother suddenly rang for her and prevented her vicarious sublimation at that moment.
She had always been a rather attractive woman with an average sexual desire. During her twenties and thirties, she had always found enough men to fuck her at least three to five times a month, which, as she told me later, was quite sufficient for her.
However, when she had reached the plateau of forty, her sexual adventures had just about ended and, as she disconsolately thought to herself, for good. During the past year, she had developed a habit of relying on frigging herself to come when the urges for sex grew too great to be quashed. And she thought that a fourteen-year-old boy could provide an outlet for her pent-up emotions was to come to her. It couldn't come right at that moment, but the next few days she observed that Delbert stole glances up her dress every chance he had.
At the table, he would drop things and then, as he bent to pick them up, would sneak a quick glance under her skirt. When he dropped something, she began to move her legs widely apart so that he could look far up her thighs, far enough, she hoped, to see her panties snug against her cunt.
About four days after the first episode which has already been described, Margaret waited, bent over with her back turned to Delbert until he had enjoyed his view for a few moments. Then suddenly turning, she winked and gave him a tender smile. Delbert blushed furiously and ran out of the room.
That evening, to her great excitement and joy, his parents went out to the theater. She determined to seduce him. Since she'd never fucked with a male under the age of twenty, the thought of conquering so young a boy gave her an additional fillip of excitement. She was sure that he'd never fucked a girl and probably had never even seen a girl so much as naked.
Having bathed, she perfumed herself and changed into her most seductive lingerie. This included a black, lacy garter belt instead of the girdle she usually wore. She put on matching black nylon panties and bra. The garter belt notched to the fully expanded tops of her black nylons and pressed caressingly on her smooth, still firm white-skinned thighs. This in itself was a kind of stimulant to rouse her to the act of triumph over a boy.
She had also put on a specially seductive dress, which clung to her and had a low-cut bodice to show off the cleft between her titties.
She found Delbert in the game room watching television. She moved into the room and asked her potential lover how he liked her dress. He turned to her, blushing, and his eyes swept her, which thrilled her inexpressively.
"Why are you all dressed up?" he stammered.
"Well, Delbert," she replied with a warm, engaging smile, "since we're going to be alone together this evening, I thought I ought to make myself look nice." Then she added with a sly wink, "Besides, I know you're interested in how girls look."
He blushed a little and lowered his eyes, but Margaret was certain that desire would overcome nervousness, and she intended to make certain it did.
She began to do this by pointing out that the dress wasn't the only thing she was wearing for their evening together.
She said, "I put on an especially new garter belt and nylon stockings I bought just with you in mind. Want to see them?"
"Oh yes!" he panted.
With perfect coquettery, she lifted one side of her dress high up her legs to show him the top of her stockings. She watched intently as Delbert stared incredulously at the beautifully presented, ripely molded thigh.
"Would you like to see what my garter belt looks like?" she asked, still holding up the dress.
When he gulped out a stifled affirmative, Margaret smiled tenderly and slowly raised the dress a little more so he could see the garter tab pressed shimmeringly black against the whiteness of her ripe full thigh.
She allowed him a lengthy examination, then dropped the dress, moved closer to him and bent towards him so he could look down the bodice of her dress. There the well-designed sexy bra cupped her full titties and pressed them out and up in the most teasing way.
"You see, I've got a special bra on too, dear." She said this in a husky whisper as her hands cupped up the trim titties and shoved them out to him. "Don't you think it makes them look nice, Delbert?"
"Oh yes, it does. They're awfully nice," he gasped.
"Then why don't you feel them and see how nice it makes me feel?" she slyly proposed.
He tremblingly raised his hands and cupped her soft and yet very firm round titties. It wasn't long before Delbert was listening to the thrilling sound a zipper made as she slid it down the back of the dress and prepared to tug off the garment.
She allowed the top to fall to her waist and held it there, while he stared with eyes and mouth wide open at the swell of her lush titties scantily confined by the black bra.
Then she slowly allowed the dress to slip down over her full hips and jutting bottomcheeks. Looking at the boy as she stepped out of the dress, pausing with her bent leg raised, she saw him squirm and told herself that in another minute he was probably going to burst out through his pants.
Carrying the dress over her arm, she took him by the hand and suggested, "Why don't we go to my bedroom?"
As they walked along, she put his hand on the seat of her panties so he could feel her bottomcheeks shift and undulate as she walked. And she could tell how excited he was when she felt his fingers squeeze and rub her through the thin fabric of the clinging panties.
Once inside her bedroom, she told him to take off his shirt and pants, which he did quickly and willingly. Through the thin shorts she saw his erect prick throbbing with excitement.
She put her hand against it, as she felt it give a leap and pulsate in her grip. Slipping off her bra, she murmured, "Go on and play with my bare titties."
He did so, his hands reverent and trembling as they fondled the white ripe globes. "Put your lips right here," she cupped one of them and lowered herself a little. "That's it, right over the nipple. Take it in your mouth and suck it, and then put your tongue to it."
Delbert proved to be an ideal student. Flushed and trembling and already violently aroused, Margaret then turned her back to him, bent from the waist and slowly drew down her panties. She could hear his loud, rapid breathing in the quiet room.
As she turned, she saw his eyes bulge and then fix on the triangle of brownish hair over her cunt. They moved to the bed together, and she guided him to a tour of all the erogenous zones.
She lay on her back and made him kneel beside her, taking his hands and putting them first on her titties, then her belly and sides and hips, and finally over the smooth satiny lower belly until he reached her cunt.
She let him play with the lips and with the hairs, and then encouraged him to put his forefinger into her cunt and try to find her "button."
Soon, neither could wait any longer, and Margaret rolled onto her back and told him how to mount her. Her pussy was already wet, so his stiff young cock had no trouble thrusting into her sheath. His prick wasn't large, but, as Margaret told me, it was very firm.
One point here: now that we are in a sexual revolution, there are thousands of volumes, both fiction and non-fiction, which extol the virtues of the large male penis. This is so much nonsense. Any sexually-oriented woman can tell you, as can a psychiatrist, for that matter, that it isn't the size of the penis which counts, but rather the ability of the male using it, especially when he rubs against the clitoris, or penetrates with a deep and even stroking with sufficient self-control to draw the female towards shattering climax.
So, Margaret felt herself almost about to explode as the boy fucked her. He wasn't able to continue fucking for more than a couple of minutes, to be sure, but her own previously aroused state was such that she groaned and twisted and wriggled and came just about the time he spurted into her.
Later as they lay together, his hands roving her naked body, they talked a good deal. She told him stories of the things men and women do to give each other pleasure, and he listened to her with mouth agape and eyes shining.
What most seemed to fascinate him, as she told me, was "being Frenched by a girl with her mouth and tongue, and then giving her a good gamahuching between her legs."
Margaret and Delbert dressed well before his parents returned. While they waited, they kept on talking, until just before his parents returned, Delbert got another hard-on and implored her to let him fuck her.
Slipping off her panties and keeping her dress on so that they could quickly compose themselves if the parents arrived sooner than they expected, Margaret had him lower his trousers and shorts. Lifting her dress up over her back, she knelt on the couch and showed him how to approach her from behind.
Crouching behind her, he shoved his prick into her wet cunt and told her in a groaned-out "Oh, it's so good, it's real exciting this way. Gosh, how I want to fuck you!"
Since the first edge was off after having lost his semen, the boy was able to maintain a longer ritual of fucking this time. He provided her with a superb come. Using her discarded panties, she tenderly wiped his prick and her own cunt, then kissed him hotly on the mouth.
From that time on, they made love in one fashion or another whenever they had the chance. It was a wonderful new world, the secret of which the boy guarded jealously.
While other boys in school boasted of how they necked with girls and felt them up, Delbert smiled a confident, secret smile, knowing that this forty-two year old woman had taught him to experience much more than the crudities of his chums.
Both of them were distressed when Delbert went away to college in Cleveland. As often as possible, he found some pretext to come home for the week-end and sneak a few hours away with Margaret.
However, at her encouragement, he began to date young women closer to his own age. Thanks to the superb training he had had from Margaret, he was already a skilled lover, and no girl who ever went to bed with him had reason to complain.
Finally, after an affair of about six months, he fell in love with one girl and they married. It was ideal from the very outset. He had told his young wife how Margaret had introduced him to the world of sex at an early age, and she herself expressed her thanks and appreciation for all the maid had done for him.
I have talked to them both, and Delbert is now married for seven years. He and his wife have two fine children and are still very passionately in love with each other, in a marriage which is as close to being a perfect one as any I have ever encountered.
Every year, on the anniversary of the day he was seduced by Margaret, he sends a bouquet of two dozen roses. In case he should ever forget, his wife would be quick to remind him of that important date.
Here we have a most unusual case in which early seduction aided the development of a sensitive and imaginative male. Because Margaret herself had a healthy and perfectly natural hunger for sex, because she had no shame of guilt to her, she taught him the beauty and spontaneous delight to be gained in fucking, gamahuching and all the other sweet arts of passion.
Thus, long before he reached maturity, this sensitive boy knew more about the excitement of physical love and the importance of mutual enjoyment than many mature men ever learn in all their lifetimes.
I think you will agree it is equally difficult to condemn Margaret for guiding this nervous boy to a competent, compassionate manhood. And though the theme of mutual satisfaction is not that of this book, I might tactfully recommend to many married people that they strive for seeing to it that each partner is amply gratified. Through unselfishness and consideration, power of love is radiated and the rewards are far greater, believe me!
CASE HISTORY
Consuelo P., Age 23
Jack S., Age 13
Consuelo, born in Lisbon, came to Chicago a few months before her twenty-third birthday. Her brother, who had become an American citizen and lived in Chicago, arranged for her to obtain work as a maid in the home of his employer who was a wealthy building contractor.
The contractor was about forty-six, his wife was forty-two, and they had a son named Jack, who was thirteen, and a daughter named Evelyn, a year younger.
Consuelo was welcomed by her employers, who greatly approved of her brother, and so she found pleasure in her new life in a luxurious home, in a country where freedom was the watchword and where there were so many more opportunities than there had been in her native land.
Two weeks after Consuelo had begun to work, her employer's wife entered the young woman's bedroom one afternoon while she was resting, and began to chat with her. Curiously enough, she asked Consuelo whether she had ever had any sexual experiences, and learned that Consuelo was a virgin.
The forty-two year old auburn-haired woman, still extremely handsome and with a kind of exotic aura to her, began to tell Consuelo about the pleasures that two women could achieve together through lesbian love. Then she began to caress Consuelo's titties and thighs.
The unexperienced black-haired maid was no match for this woman whom we shall call Janice, since the latter had had at least twenty Sapphic lovers and equally as many conquests.
Excited by these caresses and by these unusual words, for she had been studying English before she came to the United States, and also afraid of offending Janice and thus perhaps losing her job, Consuelo blushingly undressed.
When both women were naked, Janice began to caress and kiss the shivering brunette, exclaiming over her lovely warm olive skin, her finely shaped round firm titties, the dense black crisp bush of pussyhair at the apex of Consuelo's long, delightfully rounded thighs. And soon, to the young woman's startled delight, Janice knelt between her upraised knees and, gripping the backs of Consuelo's squirming thighs, began to gamahuch her and drew her quickly to hot come, the very first the Portuguese beauty had ever known.
Later, Janice instructed her on how to do sixty-nine so they could gamahuch together and have come at the same time. From that afternoon on, Janice often took Consuelo into her own bedroom to continue the seduction. The Portuguese brunette was never quite able to make certain whether there was any connection between her employer's wife's seduction of her or her employer's sudden interest, but the day after Janice had initiated her into pussy loving, the young maid found herself alone in the house with Matthew, the name we shall give Janice's husband.
Matthew was no less gentle and persuasive than Janice had been as he called Consuelo into his bedroom and began to speak of her charms aloud in a highly flattering manner and then to caress her titties, thighs, and bottom.
She stammeringly and blushingly protested that she was a virgin and that he was married, but he did not abandon his sexual interest, being determined to take her cherry. His wife had doubtless indoctrinated him completely on what Consuelo's lovely body looked like, what the girl's ingenuous reactions were, and so he was fired to passion to taste these delicious and voluptuous charms for himself, with the added impetus that her cherry was a challenge to his virility.
Matthew remarked, "Now don't forget, Consuelo, I can fire your brother and I can also keep him from getting another job. Besides which, if you don't work out here, I can always send you back to Lisbon. You are here on a kind of visa with a work permit. All I have to do is complain to the authorities, and they'll ship you right back home. Do you want that?"
"N-no, senor," the young woman began to sob, and passively resigned herself as the experienced contractor began to undress her.
She had no way of knowing, inexperienced as she was, that he was bluffing; it would have been necessary to prove her moral terpitude to the immigration authorities before they would have taken any such steps but her fear of endangering her brother's job and her own security and luxury here made her yield. She began to cry as she found herself stark naked, except for garter belt, stockings, and pumps.
Matthew quickly undressed, and for the first time in her life, Consuelo saw a man's stiff, throbbing prick. He pushed her back onto the bed, got between her thighs, and, after squeezing her titties a little and kissing her belly, began to prod her pussy with the tip of his prick.
She uttered a cry as she felt him thrust to her cherry. It was a painful experience both physically and emotionally since he took her roughly without regard for her feeling.
Aware that he was the first man to fuck so beautiful a virgin intensified his rut, so she obviously had no climax throughout the fuck.
After that afternoon, Matthew had only to make a sign to her to have her timidly and humbly follow him to any room he selected. He also compelled her to obey any command he gave her, and he made her kneel down on the floor after she had locked the door, take his prick out of his pants and French him for a start.
The second time he had her, he told her that he was going to take her third and last cherry, that of her asshole. In spite of her pleas, he turned her over his lap, took down her panties, and spanked her hard until she was crying. Then he repeated his threat of firing her brother and having her shipped back to Lisbon.
In despair, Consuelo took off the rest of her clothes, got down on all fours on the floor while he yawned open the reddened cheeks of her behind and gouged his cock deep into her asshole, working it back and forth until he shot his essence deep into her bowels.
Thus, each time she was impelled by fear, and submitted until at last she felt like a slave, coerced by both the man and the woman, both so sophisticated, for whom she was no match when they sought to take emprise of her with their guileful and knowing perversities.
I met Consuelo several years ago, and as I recall, she told me that she didn't remember what brought her to the decision to gain her revenge by seducing both Jack and Evelyn, but that she was conscious of making such a resolve. Only in this way, she told me, did she think she could repay this blackmailing and treacherous couple for what they had done and were continuing to do to her.
Consuelo decided to seduce Jack first, and it was quite easy. The first time she was alone in the house with him, she went directly into his room, pulled up her dress under which she wore neither panties nor bra, and showed her pussy and titties.
A few minutes later, she sat naked on the edge of the bed and urged him to undress. Jack did so, wonderingly and tremblingly. Consuelo gave him her naked body generously, showed him how to mount between her legs, herself opened the lips of her pussy and then guided in his stiff young cock. A few moments later, he was fucking violently, and Consuelo discovered to her curiosity that she was beginning to enjoy this instead of considering it merely as deliberate revenge.
Her belly quivered and her thighs twitched as she felt his stiff young cock probe this way and that, and she began to gasp and moan. Sweating and trembling, the boy fucked violently and soon she reached a hot come. Almost a moment later, Jack uttered a cry and sagged over her, his young juice bubbling into her cunt.
About a week later, Consuelo found the opportunity to be alone with Evelyn, and seducing the pretty girl was even easier than she had expected. It didn't take long to have Evelyn breathlessly stripped naked after Consuelo had stripped herself and exhibited her delicious titties, her black-furred cunt, her long rounded thighs, and had begun to caress Evelyn's titties and young bottom through her thin dress.
A few minutes later, Evelyn was crouching between Consuelo's uplifted knees, stroking her thighs and kissing pussy. In return, Consuelo licked the girl's cunt to climax, and then made the trembling nubile teen-ager lie over her so they could both do sixty-nine to each other.
Consuelo remained on this job for another three months, involving both Jack and Evelyn in many sexual experiences. Then, quite ashamed of all she had done, she packed her things one afternoon and vanished without a word to her employers.
But this is not the end of the story by any means. The effects of Consuelo's seduction on Jack and Evelyn showed up almost at once, since both had enjoyed this novel sexual activity at a very early age and been conditioned to desire its continuation.
Evelyn initiated some of her own school girlfriends into pussy loving and became a confirmed lesbian while still in her teens. The last time I heard of her, she was twenty-five and living with a dominant "butch," who jealously guards her as a kind of chattel.
Evelyn has not the slightest desire to be fucked by a man, for the "butch" has taught her the joys of substitution by simply using a dildo and fucking her as would a man.
Jack developed what apparently were normal heterosexual desires, but his development was far from normal. About two months after Consuelo had left the house, the boy was playing with a thirteen-year-old girl who lived next door and tore off her clothes and tried to fuck her.
Though the gardener stopped him before he could tear through the girl's cherry, it was a traumatic experience for the terrified youngster. The incident was not reported to the police, but the girl's parents told Jack's father that something was going to have to be done about that "sex-crazed monster."
Matthew reacted with a kind of guilty anger, rather than being concerned about what had made his young son commit so horrifying an act.
So he called the boy into his bedroom, made Jack strip naked, and then took a double leather belt and whipped his son until the boy was nearly fainting. There was a good deal of name calling about the filthy thing the boy had done, and as the father lay down the belt, he himself forgot completely how he had taken the virginity of an innocent foreign girl only a few months before.
Janice, greatly upset about the social embarrassment which her boy's act had visited upon her and her husband, also completely forgot the fact that she herself had seduced Consuelo and perhaps been responsible for her husband's defloration of the girl by initiating Consuelo into girl fucking and then telling Matthew how Consuelo had reacted. If Janice had been aware that as an indirect result of her depraved desires, her own daughter Evelyn was fated to live a life as a Sapphist, she might well have altered her attitude. But she did not discover this until several years later.
After Matthew had whipped Jack, the latter was left to cry himself to sleep a long time later. Matthew was complacently certain that the whipping had cured his son of these unnatural desires. For the next few weeks, both Matthew and Janice kept close watch on Jack. However, their own different interests demanded so much of their time that they began to relax their vigilance.
Consequently, the boy began to feel the return of passion as he looked at a girl or a young woman and remembered what Consuelo had done for him. He would get a hard-on, and it would be hard for him to resist the urge to seize the girl or woman and try to fuck her.
A few months later, this resistance broke down completely. This time, coming upon a picnic, and noticing a fourteen-year-old girl walking off into a secluded part of the park, he zipped down his fly, seized her, and flung her into a clump of bushes and tried to fuck her His victim put up quite an excellent fight, so good indeed that although he was able to rip her panties off and finger her pussy, he did not succeed in getting his prick into her virgin cunt. Instead, as he tried to force himself there, he spent violently on her belly.
He threatened to kill her if she ever told anyone, zipped up his pants, and ran off. As he lay in bed that night, trembling with fear, Jack swore that he would never try such a thing again.
And he didn't. For nearly six months. The next time, however, he lured an unsuspecting girl into an abandoned building and there was able to fuck her thoroughly.
He took a knife and showed it to her and made her take off all her clothes, kneel down on the floor, and suck his cock. Then he commanded her to get on her back and pull her knees back to her titties, while he thrust his prick into her cunt and broke through her cherry and had his way with her.
Jack was again fortunate in escaping detection for this violent crime. The girl was so hysterical that she could not provide the police with an accurate description of her ravisher, and so again he was spared the ignominy and disgrace of legal punishment.
After that episode, Jack found himself torn between the horrors of the crimes that he kept wanting to commit, and the recollections of how thrilled he had been as he forced his stiff poker into a tight young girlish cunt.
He tried to solve his problem by jacking off frequently, picking up a few copies of girlie magazines, and, spreading them out on his bed when he was alone and locked in his room, he would engage in fantasies and jack off for long periods.
One morning, when his mother had come in with the cleaning woman to give the latter orders on how to clean his room, she noticed these magazines stained by dried spunk. She reported this to Matthew, who at once again summoned the boy to his bedroom. There Jack had to take off all his clothes and endure a thorough flogging with a double belt. His father harangued him on how evil and queer he was.
The welts of the belt healed and the pain of the strapping was forgotten. But the sickness of his mind grew within him. His mother had thrown away his magazines, and so he had no safety valve; as a consequence, he sought out a girl again.
This time, he found an eleven-year-old, long-haired blonde girl on the school playground. He managed to get her into a storage shed without anyone's noticing, then ripped her panties off and warned her that he would kill her if she made a sound.
He stared at her slender young nubile body, but he didn't find it womanly enough to rouse his lust. So, instead of fucking her, he turned her over onto her belly and rubbed off on her satiny young bottomcheeks. When he felt his spunk about to burst, he thrust his cock between the cheeks of her behind, though he did not actually engage the tip inside the dainty little lips of her pink asshole.
For the next four years, he managed to escape detection, which is an incredible mystery. Despite the many attacks he carried out, he was never caught, nor did his parents once suspect what he was doing.
When we analyze this, we may see some odd contradictions. In my opinion, his parents were aware of his restlessness and strange behavior, but perhaps they did not investigate for the very simple reason that they wanted to remain oblivious and blind to what he was doing, lest it worry them and mar the smooth pattern of their own selfish lives.
This is an almost inevitable procedure by many thoughtless, selfish parents, and perhaps it is one of the main contributing factors to the present growth of juvenile delinquency.
Jack by now was a husky young man of eighteen who could have had all the fucking he wanted from quite a number of girls because he was good-looking and suave and glib. But by now, he had gone too far for that alone. It would be too tame to be offered sex when he could savor the thrill of fucking a girl by force. So he steered away from girls even though many of them offered themselves to him.
Instead, each time the urge grew strong, he would prowl the streets until he found a girl or woman at the right place at the right time. He carried a knife to strike terror into the victim's heart, and cleverly avoided areas that were too well lighted or well populated, lest the police arrest him at the moment of his act.
Each time a victim reported her attack to the police, there would be a reasonably accurate report of the description of the rapist. Jack's parents must either have known or suspected that it was their son, but they did nothing. It was much easier to close their eyes and pretend that nothing was happening, that some day Jack would become a normal healthy person again.
One night, Jack surprised a woman on a quiet, dark residential street. With his left arm wrapped around her waist, he showed her the knife and threatened to kill her unless she went behind the hedge with him, took off all her clothes, then lay down on her back and opened her legs and begged him to fuck her.
Terrorized by the sight of the glittering knife blade, the woman was about to obey him when she saw the headlights of a car turning around the corner. She uttered a loud shriek.
Panic-stricken, Jack thrust the knife into her. Again the woman screamed. He stabbed her again, and was raising his hand to drive the knife into her the third time when the car screamed to a halt. Jack found himself caught in the glare of police headlights.
When the man beside the driver of the car saw Jack's knife aloft in the air, he set off a snap shot with his revolver. Jack froze, his arm still upraised. There was a second shot, and he crumbled to the ground, dead.
The woman, although bleeding profusely, was still alive, and lived after emergency surgery performed at the hospital to which the policemen rushed her.
When we study this case, we naturally are filled with pity for Jack's victims. And yet, we mustn't forget that he too was a victim, perhaps in some ways as much as any woman or girl he ever assaulted or fucked. His own seduction was the result of an act of revenge by the woman who had been compelled to yield by both his father and mother.
Yet, psychiatric help would have rescued him if he had been taken in time to an expert and given a chance to reveal all that was in his mind. Instead, his father resorted to physical violence as a means of cowing the boy and putting fear into his heart.
We must remember that, as is so often the case, the mental disorder behind acts of violence is much less a factor than the dishonesty or cowardice of humanity. I like to think that one day Jack's mother and father came upon the realization at the same time that they had played a most vital role at the very beginning of this drama and thus themselves brought about their son's destruction as well as their daughter's debauchery.